I know guys I know, fuck Fire. Deep breath, alright. The good thing that cam out of this is that a few writers are coming out of hiatus so Fire was good for one thing. I urge your, if you have an idea and are hesitant to start writing it, GO FOR IT! Never has there been a better time for this fandom to come together and back stronger than ever. That being said, I was hoping to get this up earlier but Fire hurt me more than I had anticipated, so I apologize. Alright enough of that, enjoy part 2 of the club.

As always thank you for your reviews it really motivates me to get these chapters written and up as soon as possible.

I don't own skins/ buffy but if I did Fire would have NEVER happened.

Naomi's POV

Chapter 9

Part 2

I head to the bathroom, needing to relieve my bladder with all of the alcohol I've been drinking. I barely make my way into the stall, stumbling a bit on the way. By some miracle I am able to pee without missing the toilet. Sucess! Throwing a fist pump into the air as I walk out of the stall. I head over to the sink, wash my hands and splash some water onto my face. I cant help but picture Anne's arm around Emily and the sharp pain that hits me right in the heart at the scene. I know Katie said to go for it but she's with Anne now isn't she? And what's even better is that I pushed her towards her. "Fuck sakes Noami, get a fucking grip." I mumble to myself as I hear the door to another stall open up. I look up in the mirror and see in it the reflection of my favorite pair of brown eyes.

I gulp. Her eyes always undo me, they are always so full of feeling. I can't look at them without feeling a sense of guilt, guilt because I can see that she is sad and I know that it's because of me that it's there. I would do anything to never see that look in her eyes ever again. We continue to stare into each others eyes through the mirror. "What are you doing here?" I ask, not one of my brightest moments.

"Um, you know being the bathroom and all that I was using the loo." Smirking at my ridiculous question and obvious embarrassment.

"Right of course, stupid question." I turn around to finally look at Emily standing before me. She looks smaller than I've ever seen her, almost like she is trying to fold in on herself, the complete opposite of the strong and bold Emily that I've known for weeks. She looks frightened and a bit like a deer in the headlights.

"So what-"

"I'm just-"

We both giggle nervously before I insist that she go first.

"Uh... what do you think of Anne then?"

"Oh." I pause for a bit and consider telling her how I really feel about her "She's a right cow who probably only volunteers to help people simply to brag about them and you shouldn't be with that git you should be with me." But instead what I say is "She's fine." Silence follows for a bit.

"Are you guys...together? Officially?" I squeak out, the alcohol in my system giving me the courage to ask the question, looking at the ground as I do so, so Emily won't see my reaction when she tells me that they are.

"No, not really. I mean, we're dating... I think. Anne wants to but... I don't know."

"Why don't you want to be together then?"

"You know why, Naomi."

"Say it Ems... I need you to say it." I look her directly in the eyes, begging her to tell me that I'm the one that she wants, that she's never wanted Anne. She looks up, confidence radiating from within her.

"Because I wa-" Just as she is about to finish whatever it was she was going to say, the door to the bathroom slams open, a slightly tipsy Anne walks in and puts her arms around Emily's waist.

Shedevil puts her chin on Emily's shoulder, resting her head. I can give her a place to rest it once it meets my ax.

"Babe, I was wondering what was taking you so long. Come back, I wanna dance with you." She pouts at Emily which does nothing but make my stomach churn. Emily looks at me, once again retreating to her shy and small form and I hate Anne for making her this way. Emily should be the strong and brave person that she has the capability of being, not this shy person I see before me now.

"Alright, lets go then." She shoots me a look full of meaning and desire, a look that only Emily could give, as she walks out the door with Anne's arm around her waist.

"Right, get yourself together Campbell, you have girl to steal." I resolve myself to fight and pledge to do whatever it takes to get Emily into my arms permanently. I brace myself and walk outside of the bathroom, frightened of what I'm going to see Anne doing to Emily on the dance floor. Before I can get three steps out of the bathroom Effy grabs my shoulder and gives me a reassuring squeeze.

"Just go outside yeah? You don't have to see this."

"See what Eff? What are you talking about?"

"Trust me on this one Nai, just go find Cook and go take a cigarette break." I must have shown complete resolve on my face because Effy sighs loudly and shakes her head in defeat.

"It's Anne and Emily. Anne is a bit... touchy. Don't say I didn't warn you." With that she walks into the bathroom, leaving me to contemplate if I should just take her advice or not. No, you told yourself you would do anything to get Emil into your arms, you have to see this through. You can't run away at the first sign of trouble. I take a deep breath, decide to get a drink before I head back over to the table with the rest of the group. I sit down next to JJ, who is animatedly talking to an enthralled Panda. Two peas in a pod. A small sneaks up on my lips on seeing all of my friends happy and enjoying themselves, I'm sure that the alcohol is also making me a bit sentimental. My gaze wanders onto the dance floor, looking at all of the couples dancing together, yearning to be out there myself. My gaze stops on a couple who, for lack of a better term, seem to be going at it on the dance floor. One of the woman with her hands low on the others back, almost putting her hand into her pants, while attacking her neck with her lips. For a moment I feel disgusted, disgusted because I can't believe that someone would act that way in public. As quickly as my disgust hits me, so does my sorrow when I quickly realize that it's Emily and Anne. MY Emily, and Anne has her arms all over her, forcing her tongue down her throat. I can't help but feel extremely hurt, not five minutes before Emily was going to tell me that she wants me and now here she is with Anne practically having sex on the dance floor. I could feel my heart crumbling.

"Naomikins! Babe there was this mint bird- Naomi? Naoms! Are you fucking listening to me? What the fuck are you staring at?!" Cook follows my line of sight and the realization hits him square in the face.

"Alright then outside for a fag we go." Cook practically drags me away from the table and outside of the front door. He leads me to the wall outside and lights up a spliff. I lean against the wall and continue to stare down at the floor, still lost in my own thoughts.

"Naomi, I think I know what'll help ya right now and that's a hug from James." The fact that he called himself James was enough to snap me out of pain induced haze, which I'm sure was his plan all along. He pulls me into a soft and tender hug, the complete opposite of what Cook normally gives, rubbing my back comfortingly. I read my head on his broad shoulder and breath in his scent, instantly making me feel a little bit better. I sigh, Cook always knows what I need. We pull away from each other.

"You's want to talk about it then?" He takes a long drag from the spliff before handing it over to me. Fuck it I'm already fucked up, mine as well go all the way. I take a long drag and then quickly two more, immediately feeling the weed. Cook is always good for the best drugs in the city.

"Not really, no." We sit there for at least a half an hour, lighting up another joint before the rest of the group comes stumbling out of the club, Emily of course in the arms of Anne. I roll my eyes at the sight, unable to control my emotions and actions because I'm fucked up at this point. Cook and I get up from the wall starting to follow the rest of the group to the bus stop and by the time that we get there I just want this horrible fucking night to be over. Thankfully Anne had to take another bus so she wouldn't be waiting with us, but unfortunately this meant that I would have to witness their goodbye. Anne passionately grabs Emily by the back of the neck and attacks her lips. I can't do anything but stare at them, this time feeling the anger run through my blood, seeing red. Effy grabs my arm, fully aware at how angry I am in the moment, attempting to keep me grounded and to not do anything that I would regret. I hear a wolf whistle and I look over and I see that it's Cook. Big mistake buddy. Thankfully Cook has the decency to look ashamed, realizing what he did, but it's to late.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME COOK?!" He looks at me, shocked that I would start this with Emily right there. Emily pulls away from Anne and looks at me intently.

"Wolf whistling?! How many times do I have to tell you that that is not fucking acceptable!? How the fuck would you feel if you were simply walking down the street and you were being objectified because you were wearing some make up or a pair of shorts?! To be whistled at like a piece of meat, only on view for the males enjoyment! God forfuckingbid we do something out of our own pure enjoyment and not to please a fucking man! And people wonder why the fuck we still need feminism! Which by the way is not a fucking dirty word. See? Feminism, feminism, FEMINISIM!" I huff and breath deeply, not realizing that I would end up on a rant the way that I did. I look around and everyone looks completely scared shitless, everyone except Emily and Effy. Emily is looking at me almost adoringly? I'm not sure, there is definitely confusion and something I've never before seen in her eyes, making them look almost black.

"Getting a bit locked on there Naoms?" Effy smirks at me, clearly impressed with her comment.

"Haha Eff, so bloody funny. I can't help it that the male species riles me up."

I hear Cook mumble rather loudly, "I'm pretty sure that it wasn't me that riled you up." I send him my trademark Campbell death glare. Thankfully the fucking night bus chose this time to show up. Always so fucking punctual. We all get on,minus Anne, the bus empty so we had our choice of our seat. I decide to stand, not wanting to have anyone sit next to me at the moment. Our group thins, leaving at our respective stops. I get off the bus with Effy, Katie and Emily, our house not being to far apart. Katie and Effy walk ahead of me and Emily, who quietly walks beside me. I see Effy and Katie walk around a corner, ahead of us by a large amount, Effy obviously walking quicker than normal to give Emily and I alone time.

"Well, that was eventful." Emily quietly laughs beside me, trying to start a conversation up.

"Hmm." Quickly ending that conversation, my anger from earlier not fully gone away. Before I know it we are in front of Emily's house, I can see Effy a few streets down leaning against a building and smoking a cigarette. She's far enough away not to hear us, like that would matter anyways because she's all seeing. Emily turns to me and looks me directly in the eyes, face full of concern.

"Naomi, what wrong?"

What's wrong?! HA! I laugh out loud, unable to hold it in. "Wrong? What could possibly be wrong? Life is perfect isn't it?! Great night out with the mates, Effy and Katie have each other, Thomas and Panda, JJ has Laura, Cook has everyone else, and you have Anne. How fucking perfect is life?" Sarcasm dripping from my mouth.

"I-I... I don't understand."

I look at her, need, desire, and possibly a bit of love present on my face. "You don't understand?!"

I step closer into her space. "Understand this."

I grab her cheeks and press my lips to hers quickly before I can think myself out of it and before she could back away. The moment that our lips touch it's like everything that I've been missing in my life has been found. I can feel the whole in my chest fill up, fill up with all things Emily. She wraps her hand around my neck and pulls the bottom of my hair, deepening the kiss. I run my tongue on her lower lip, begging for entrance, which she quickly grants. When our tongues connect we both moan into each others lips. My hands move down to her hips and I push her up against the wall, never breaking contact with her. Her lips are like a life line to me, I never want to stop this. I now know for sure the thing that I want, and that thing is Emily, always. My hands and mouth moving on their own, not fully aware even of my own actions. Before I know it my hands are reaching the hem of her shirt lifting it up an inch allowing me to touch the skin of her back, and my god what skin it is. I've never felt anything so warm or soft, I could get lost in her skin. In fact I want to get lost in her skin. I feel rather than hear her let out a deep moan from the back of her throat. We continue our assault on each others lips until I hear a ringing invade our bubble. I pull away and so does Emily, both slightly disoriented until Emily realizes that it's her phone.

"H-Hello." Her voice is huskier than I have ever heard it and it shoots directly into my stomach. It takes everything in me not to push her up against the wall again.

"Oh, hi Anne." She looks away from me and down at the floor. "Yeah, I had a good time to...Yupp, we're still on for our date tomorrow." And at that my heart stops, I don't know why the kiss would have changed anything. She obviously doesn't feel the same or else she wouldn't be doing this, she wouldn't go out with Anne. "See you tomorrow...bye."

I let out an exhausted breath, feeling the tears trying to break their way down my cheeks. No Campbell, she will not see you cry.

"Naomi..."

"No, no, don't worry about it yeah? It was a mistake I shouldn't have kissed you. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. Don't worry, it won't happen again. Have fun on your date with Anne." I turn around, feeling my tears falling, unable to keep them under control anymore with all of the substances running through my system. I hear Emily weakly call to me as I walk down the street towards Effy, but I can't turn around, it would hurt to much. I finally get to Effy almost on the edge of a meltdown and pull her into a quick hug. Her scent, like Cooks, calms me down a bit so I am able to keep myself together for the walk home. My thoughts surrounding the red head and images of her and Anne together.

Effy and I make it to the house, she knowing that I don't want to talk about it tonight, we say our goodnights and go to our respective rooms. I collapse onto my bed, images of what Emily and Anne will do on their date tomorrow tormenting me as I succumb to my tears. Crying myself to sleep with the feeling of Emily on my lips.

I know this wasn't the fluffy piece that everyone is looking for after Fire but I promise you it WILL get better, I had this planned since the beginning and it just so happened to play out this way. I have three things to say. 1.) These words of other amazing fanfic authors helped me massively after fire so I wanted to share them with you:

"Stories are what we say they are. Ultimately, if you love something enough, it can belong to you as surely as it belongs to the creators. It is a unique experience to love something so deeply. We loved it so much they became icons. Naomily isn't gone. It'll never be gone. As long as we love it, and write it, and believe in it. When people get greedy, bringing back characters just to get ratings boosts on a show, that doesn't mean that what they say is true. What we say is true. And what we say is that Naomily in the shed was the last we saw of them.

It's not denial. It's not delusions. It's the truth. We make the story now. We've always made the story." - FitchSwitch

And

"I've realised that, Fuck them! No, like, really. I think I've realised in the past few days, that although the creators of Skins have indeed created those characters, we're the one that gave them such essence these past few years. We've written them, shaped them, made them go through all sorts of things. We've worked so hard to keep them true and human and beautiful and flawed and everything that no one can come in now and take them away from us. They're fucking ours in a way the creators won't ever be able to touch. So Fuck them. If they screw with them, take no notice and live on strong. The fandom won't fail you the same way."

2.) Everyone should watch this video, it will make you feel immeasurably better youtube watch?v=jB387QXFDzs

3.) Let's all now forget that Fire even happened yeah? But if you feel the need to vent, (which I totally understand) go on ahead and chat with me on tumblr. I have two accounts my personal- themagic-willneverend.tumblr and I have a strictly lesbian blog where I post all things Naomily and lesbian - lezbiiihonest. / If you need to vent it out, that's where I will be. CYBER HUG EVERYONE!

And never ever forget, Naomily always taught us to be brave and they can NEVER take that from us.

-Jess (obvi not that terrible Jess Brittain)